iyan's digidiary

so in a modern AU, i feel like in the beginning of the relationship, lohen is definitely sending messages like "you want me so bad don't you" and reader sending back stuff like "im at work", but to the sex master... this is clearly an indication of interest. obviously this means that you're thinking so much about how you want his dick, but you're just too shy to text it back to him while you're in public. he's got a big ego and an even bigger list of mental loopholes he goes through to interpret your answer the way he wants.

now i don't think he's the kind of guy to send dick pics, but rather one to request pics from the reader. i've kinda mentioned before that i don't think lohen would even ask for nudes, but just wants to see your outfit, because he likes the mental challenge of having to imagine you naked, imagining taking it off of you, etc... 😏 bro likes that debuff, make him work a lil to crank one out.

then once you two are quite established, i think lohen is just straight up texting "can we fuck" and if you say no he's like "fkkkk". will try to sweeten the deal by going "but i wanted to eat you out ;(" (see kiss marks) and since he is THEE sex master now, you have no choice but to consider his proposal... 😳

“Bun!” the Vice Captain chirped, running towards the woman with his arms extended wide. “You came to pick me up, didn’t ya?!”

Ursula and Gunther exchanged a look. When the Vice Captain came within range of this fearsome female, they held their breaths.

The woman raised her hand. Without missing a beat, it slapped straight across the Vice Captain’s face.

Smack! The man’s head whipped to the opposite side of the impact—a startling display of the power behind the woman’s blow. Ursula and Gunther cowered, holding one another as they dared not to gasp.

“Let’s go,” the woman said brusquely, holding her palm out to him.

The Vice Captain was nothing but giggles when he placed his hand in hers. As the two trotted off, hand in hand, their Vice Captain being pulled like a dog on a leash, neither Ursula nor Gunther uttered a single word. After all, when it came to the only person who could tame the likes of Vice Captain Lohen, they would rather endure his special training ten times over than attempt to engage in dialogue with her.

“...How was that?” you asked Lohen awkwardly. “Did you like it?”

“Fuck yeah,” Lohen replied, his lips curled into a grin. “This means you’re gonna beat me tonight, right? I’m so fuckin’ excited.”

“Can you…not say it like that?” you asked, wincing. “I mean, I got everything you asked for ready, but…if you keep walking around telling people I beat you, they’re going to avoid me even more than they do now!”

“But you do beat me!” he chirped. “A consensual beating is still a beating, sweetheart!”

“Ugh,” you sighed. “Someone’s going to ask the knights to do a welfare check on you if you keep talking like this.”

“Uh-oh, that wouldn’t be good. They’d probably walk in on you beating me.”

“Lohen.”

From his perch against the southern bookcases, Lohen watched you with his arms crossed over his chest. In his right hand, he held his favorite blade, twirling it around his finger until the hilt pressed into his palm, then twirling it around again. The soft sound of his knife hitting the fabric of his glove was quick to fill the space around him, which had returned to near silence yet again after Theodore’s departure.

You walked past him with a stack of books in your hands, giving him a glance. “Can you put that away, please?”

He sighed through his nose. Slotting his dagger back into its sheath, he pouted dejectedly at your back. You didn’t pay him a shred of attention, instead focusing on your duties of restocking the bookshelves and rearranging any misplaced codices.

Lohen sighed aloud. When you still didn’t turn around, he sighed yet again. Sighing so hard and so repetitively that he was nearly going dizzy from it, you eventually turned around with a smile that didn’t match the glare in your eyes.

“What is it, Lohen?”

Lohen. It was always ‘Lohen’ with you. But with Theodore, it was ‘Theo’.

“Nothing,” he said, his shoulders rising in a shrug. “Nothing at all.”

You stared at him for a moment, then eventually frowned. Your voice was gentle. “You look upset.”

“Upset? I’m not upset.” Lohen shrugged again, glaring down at the wood floor. “What would make you think I’m upset?”

Your hands directed his face to yours. He ignored the flush of warmth that it sent through his cheeks, and tried further to ignore the sudden thrill in his chest. When you smiled, he swallowed his nerves.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly.

“N-nothing,” he answered, his hands rising to your wrists. “It’s nothing, really. I’m fine.”

“If you were fine you would have been using your cryo-infused hand to scare me when my back was turned,” you laughed. Softening your voice, you said, “Please, just talk to me. I don’t want you to be upset, Lohen.”

The way your thumbs brushed over his cheeks felt all too tender. Smiling rather awkwardly, he squeezed your wrists between his fingers.

“We started at ‘Vice Captain’,” he said, “and then we got to ‘Lohen’. But we never got much farther past that.”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Theodore. Theodore is ‘Theo’. But me? I’m ‘Lohen’.”

“Well, that’s your—...oh,” you said inquisitively, your eyes widening. “I see what you mean. You want me to give you a nickname?”

“It doesn’t…have to be a nickname,” he babbled, feeling oddly out of his element as he did. “I mean, I call you Bun and Princess. But you only ever call me ‘Lohen’, even though I know you call other people shorter names and stuff.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want me to, Lohen. How does handsome sound?”

Your arms looped around his neck, and as you smiled with those half-lidded eyes of yours, Lohen’s nervous laughter burst from his lips. Staring at you with wide eyes and a face so hot, he was convinced his vision had flipped to pyro, he quickly said, “That’s a lot more embarrassing than I thought it would be.”

“Hm?” You tilted your head, staring down at his mouth as you grinned. “What, you don’t like that, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” Lohen stammered, his eyes shifting around the library. “Bun, quit.”

“But honey,” you purred, the heat of your breath tickling his upper lip. “You’re the one who wanted me to call you something different. You mean you don’t like it?”

“I’m gonna kill you,” he answered, his grin hurting his face. “Stop it.”

“Oh, but, baby. You look like you like it.”

“Let’s just…let’s just go back to Lohen.”

You laughed, and with a chaste press of your mouth to his, he laughed back. He glanced around once more, ensuring the library was as empty as ever before throwing his arms around your hips. Backing you into the bookshelf, his grinning lips pressed against yours before he gave you a playful little nibble.

“I’m working,” you laughed.

“Take a five minute break,” he crooned.

“Vice Captain,” you murmured. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Oh, yeah? That so, Library Girl?”

The way you giggled tickled his ears. He pressed his lips to your cheek, peppering kisses against the corner of your mouth as you laughed and laughed and laughed.

“Lohen,” you said, ever so dearly. “You know I just like the sound of your name, right?”

He cracked a smile.

“You know, whenever you say it, Bun…I like the sound of it too.”

You bump your noses together, shaking your head slightly to continue the onslaught of what Lohen dubs as ‘bunny kisses.’ He can’t help but laugh at you. It’s not malicious, nothing like that! You’re just adorable. The breathless noise bubbles up his throat, spilling into the space between the two of you. 

“Hi bunny,” he rubs his nose back against yours. Your hands excitedly flit over his shoulders, sending sparks under his skin with each point of contact. “Did something good happen?” 

“Not really,” you say against his cheek. “I’m happy to see you.” 

Ah, doesn’t that do something to his heart? He can’t say he’s used to how blatant you are with your affection yet. Lohen thought you were confused when you admitted that you liked him in the first place. Sure, he really likes you, but it’s weird for someone to straight up say that they like him. Like, have you seen him? 

Lohen knows he is extraordinarily difficult to get along with on a good day. In fact, he takes great pride in that. Keeping people at arms length is perfect for him, and it’s all the better if he can goad them into trying to punch him square in the face. You, however, were very insistent on changing that bit by bit.

“You can’t go telling a man that,” Lohen pats your hip. “You’ll make my ego bigger.” 

He feels you huff against the side of his face. Lohen’s smile widens. 

“I don’t think it’s possible to make your ego bigger,” you tell him plainly and finally pull away from him. The lack of proximity is something that Lohen immediately misses. Which is silly, because you’re standing right in front of him and spend the better part of your moments together touching him. 

Lohen feels the smile playing on his lips as he takes you in. Your eyes are bright and locked onto him even despite your frequent fussing over him. He dutifully ignores the weird way his stomach knots in on itself. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” you ask suddenly, changing the topic entirely. He blinks once. Okay, they’re changing the conversation. Which is fine! Peachy! He doesn’t let the surprise linger on his face. 

“Maybe, maybe, why? Have something planned? I’ll have you know I’m very busy fighting hilichurls,” Lohen teases. He brings one hand up to tap you on the nose. Your offended expression is one of his favorites. As he hoped, you deliver. Your face scrunches up, lips shifting down into a pout. 

He wants nothing more than to kiss it off your face. Or, the much more exciting alternative, he irritates you so much that you start swatting at him and he can enjoy the feeling of your hands on him while you rough him up. For all of his begging, you still won’t swing on him properly. But babysteps! Lohen can be perfectly happy with this. 

Lohen watches as you exhale once, your nose wrinkling. “I want to go to Cider Lake with you,” you tell him. 

He lights up instantly. “Yeah? Well, I guess I can clear my schedule for you.” Not to mention the latest monster encampment Mika marked off near the lake! He can’t go dragging you into the fray, no, no, that wouldn’t do, you’re a civilian and Lohen takes his duty as a knight very seriously! Most of the time. Okay, he mentally amends, he takes his duty of keeping an eye on you very seriously. 

“Really?” and just like that, your mood has brightened and you’ve gone back to squishing your faces together. 

Lohen hums in response. It’s hard to say no to you for very long. He feels your hands resume their patting over his shoulders and chest. He, quite frankly, has no idea why you’re so touchy. It’s as if you can’t keep your hands to yourself the moment he comes into your vicinity. Again, you remind him of an over excited rabbit. If you had scent glands, he’s certain you would have already drenched him with it. 

He lets you fuss with his shirt and brush your hands over his shoulders over and over. Lohen doesn’t know what you could be fixing on him past the first or second time you started adjusting him, but he likes the expression on your face and the attention. He feels warm as your fingers skate across his collar for the umpteenth time in five minutes. If he didn’t know any better, he would think you were trying to undress him. 

But no, you just want to touch him while you talk. He wasn’t lying when he said it makes him feel very smug. Lohen has someone so pretty wanting his attention! What’s not to like? He doesn’t feel entirely like he deserves it, but he isn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth and ruin it early. 

Lohen hums again as you bring your faces back together to press your nose to his. His smile is unwitting, growing wider with each bump of your nose against his. You’re so sweet and he feels dizzy with the extent of how much he wants you. 

You hum faintly and hold onto his shoulders. Lohen shifts his stance to make it easier for you to press against him how you’d like. The fussing goes on for a few moments more before Lohen decides to cup your face between his hands and reciprocate your gestures properly. 

He nudges your noses together, enjoying the way you laugh and return the nuzzling more enthusiastically. Lohen can feel the warmth of you slowly melting the cryo chill that permanently imbeds itself into his skin. He thinks he could get used to this. He hopes he gets to stay used to this. 

Lohen captures your lips with his own, breaking the play kisses with something real. He wants to swallow you whole. He drinks up the breathless laughter that tumbles into his mouth as you begin to kiss him back. You don’t let him kiss you how he wants for very long. You press your lips to his in a flurry of short and sweet kisses that leave both of you reeling. 

Your hands come up to grip the front of his shirt like you can’t bear the thought of letting him go. Lohen feels the same. He doesn’t want to pull away from you even for much needed air. The strain on his lungs feels nice. 

His chest hurts by the time you wriggle your face free from his touch so that you can press your cheeks together yet again. Lohen’s face squishes against yours. Yeah, you’re like a territorial bunny. He slides a hand down your neck to gently grip the nape of your neck and keep you close to him.